baptized at seven or again at twenty-two
finally into extra-science. so meta so blank where a mind would compute. a cigar
for Jesus or Cognac for The Ghost, at terrible beginnings. I strut differently I
laugh peculiarly while a man is a black cage. so Maya or Toni such Hampton in
his memories. to hit an alley to cross a fence into a gambling shack. upon dice
for revenge upon sloth for love while so endearing a person is forced to hate
you. so damn mad so damn composed it’s like a beaten child. it means more so
sore these nights to awaken at 5 a.m. dragging a sentence or punctuating an
essay or rewriting a diary entry. so cussed-out and momma meant it while
another needs to see that face. too indecent too turned-out while capital a
knowledge as it survives. so tender those waves while roaming graves to alphabetize
those traumas. such dinner that night a plate hit a wall while momma laughed
hysterically. too much for us. we need to see it. a man becomes a damn experiment!
treasured mud for a treasured voice where
Love knew when it responded. a trapeze a tunnel as unique as terrible; a bone
such marrow as tomorrow is never a promise; such sweet dreams so gravel as to
awaken surprised as molasses. I ate grits with bacon, such slime in retrospect
while mommy tried but hell was delicious. a face for art soon into graffiti
while a friend was hiding a dear curse. so rapid such a raid where ravens stood
at attention; by griffins to live or to die giggling where a soul is haunted by
his noose. too blessed at it too dead inside while many need to see death—some creature
in us some dynamite in God, where a soul was smiling like riches.
over bel vita cookies a bunch of pride
listening to “Mad.” indeed, in Anthony a bit more Hamilton or such wonder in a
black woman. too much gold too much passion while seeing her is misunderstood.
by ink in pain by journalism in education while flying would seem impossible. a
soul in matrimony, his dear incredible, while life is a mean ass monster!
